📍 ACL Live — Feb. 15, 2026
Written by Clinton Camper
Seeing Becky Robinson live feels less like attending a comedy show and more like being dropped into the group chat of the most unhinged woman you know — in the best way possible.
The crowd alone was a character. Loud, committed, and dressed like they were late to a golf match but early for chaos. The energy was immediate, enthusiastic, and extremely white, which somehow made everything that followed hit even harder.
Opening the night was Nicky Paris, who came out swinging. Sharp, filthy, and proudly gay, his set was wall-to-wall sex jokes, dark turns, and perfectly timed self-destruction. Highlights included casually mentioning people thinking he had died and his theory that men are essentially dogs with credit scores. As a Staten Island native, he reminded us there are few places scarier, and he wears that badge with pride.
Then Becky hit the stage and never let off the gas.
Her persona lands somewhere between “entitled housewife,” “Pilates queen,” and “woman who learned too much about herself during the pandemic.” She leans fully into the crass, talking freely and gleefully about bodies, desire, medication, and identity. Her jokes are bold, relentless, and deeply physical. Watching her is as much about how she moves as what she says — her expressions, posture, and timing are doing serious work.
She riffs on everything from mental health (“Wellbutrin and Prozac is a suburban speedball”) to sexuality, to the strange intimacy of talking about your dad’s diabetes on stage. One moment you’re laughing at a joke about sourdough starters, the next she’s recounting a real-life medical emergency during a fishing trip in Alaska, delivered with a level of honesty that somehow still lands funny.
Mid-set, she disappears and comes back in full golf attire, because of course she does. By this point, the room was fully hers. No apologies, no softening the edges, no concern for decorum. Becky Robinson will say absolutely anything, and that’s the magic of it.
I walked in mostly blind and walked out fully sold. Wild, crass, fearless, and completely in control — Becky Robinson is the kind of comic who doesn’t ask if you’re comfortable. She just dares you to keep up.